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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:38 pm
be yourself
Turning, she wrapped an arm around his waist and murmured against his chest, "Fundraiser?" A quiet snort, "Maybe they do some sorta zombie hoodoo or somethin' on 'em once they're addicted." A pause and then, "Are they addictive?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:43 pm
wounds
Rolling over onto her back, America stared up at him, expression pensive. "I don't think I'll ever stop being relieved," her tone was apologetic. "It's not that I don't believe in you and what you've said, just...the what if's and almost's are dug in all deep."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:53 pm
Painted Lady
Putting down the magazine, America pulled out her phone and sent a text, reassuring Taym as she waited, "If god wanted all that s**t on my popcorn he wouldn't have made delicious ******** fake butter and salt." This was followed by a cheerful kissy face, "I'll just have to make it worth your while then, distract you from the ******** trauma an-hmmmm...."
Reading through she summarized each briefly, "Robot cop, old people in a hotel, losers go on a road trip with weird detours....boring things...boring...spy movie, oh! Spongebob! Hmmm...movie 'bout cross country runners, high school girl revenge movie, space princess with rollerblade alien werewolf movie..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:59 pm
fair tradeShe looked confused for a moment, understanding what he meant but the idea of talking about her mom to her family just so alien it took a moment. "We didn't...talk about that sort of thing." The girl went quiet a moment until giving a soft puff of an unhappy laugh, "And I guess I didn't want anybody telling me I was wrong." She shrugged then and admitted, "I'd talk a lot but I wouldn't really... talk."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:06 pm
Painted Lady
"Oh god," he said, startled into pausing. "Not Spongebob. Jesus. Do the--the werewolf... space thing, or the old people in a hotel even, but for the love of god, not Spongebob."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 1:32 am
Cliffs Notes
She'd tried. She had. It just wasn't what she was good at. And with so little understanding or experience herself, she couldn't tell what to trust and what to ignore. What was relevant for her already limited ability to read and take in.
He hadn't been meant to know, but the more she thought about it the more it felt wrong. Like however well-meaning, she was cutting the most important voice out of the picture. Which was why one day, after his shift, Taym came home to America with several books spread out across the bed, a bunch of sticky notepads stacked nearby, and a determined expression on her face.
The books were the sort he'd immediately recognize. Clean: Overcoming Addiction and Ending America’s Greatest Tragedy. Willpower's Not Enough: Recovering from Addictions of Every Kind. Opiate Addiction - The Painkiller Addiction Epidemic, Heroin Addiction and the Way Out. The Happy Addict: How to be Happy in Recovery from Alcoholism or Drug Addiction. The Mindfulness Workbook for Addiction: A Guide to Coping with the Grief, Stress and Anger that Trigger Addictive Behaviors.
"I need your help."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:27 am
Be Yourself
"I don't know," he says. "I don't think so. Habit-forming, maybe. I can't tell." He pauses. "Scares the ******** out of them, so I guess that's a useful goal in and of itself to them, but just seems... overly-risky for the payoff? Labor-intensive I guess? ******** if I know."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:29 am
wounds
He assessed it. Still not angry. Not yet. Just sort of weary, resigned.
"I know," he said. He opened his mouth and it was obvious it was to say I'm sorry yet again, but he didn't. He didn't say anything. He reached for his cigarettes. "I am glad," he said, carefully, "that you don't lie to me. But I wish you could... lie by omission sometimes. About this one thing."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:32 am
fair trade
He made that little face, that little lift of the eyebrows and roll of the chin that was ah and yeah and i get it all in one go.
"We had our fair share of that," he said. "The talking and not talking." He paused. "Bigger stockpile of secrets to be had then?" he suggested, gently prying up the edge of another little bit of her history, this one curious and familiar but alien when it applied to her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:34 am
cliffs notes
He looked at the books and not at her, face going flat and lifeless.
"No," he said, stripping out of his coat and heading for the bathroom.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:55 am
Be Yourself
"Hmmm...what are they gonna do with a buncha high schoolers with a bad habit? What good are they for except maybe college or dead end jobs or..." America mused and then went very quiet.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 2:57 am
wounds
She gazed at him quietly and then turned away. "Alright."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:04 am
fair trade
"If you can call them that." Licking her lips she tried to explain, "You told me before I put bit of myself in little boxes, try not to let them touch one another too much. It's like that I guess. Kept a lot of them for myself alone." A thoughtful pause.
"I guess he was the same."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 3:12 am
cliffs notes
She gives him a few minutes before following him and taking a seat on the counter. "I don't want to be ignorant 'bout this, but I'm not good at this sort of..." a helpless gesture. "I don't know what's right and what's bullshit or doesn't mean anything to you. I don't know what to read or what to ask you or if I should, you said sometimes saying things is easier when it's from a book and I want to try but I don't know what I'm doing."
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2015 8:54 am
be yourself
By now he's already uncomfortable enough with the topic (with all of them; with casual drug use, with the mission, with the enemy, with their own ignorance) that he's willfully tuning her out, returning to the book, and it takes a beat for him to realize she's ground to a halt.
"What?"
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